A Place To Rest The Mind
Stress is a bad thing
It makes you lose
Concentration and changes
Your perception
Suddenly you are lost
And unable to change
Before it is to late
Dramatic and inflexible
On the road to disaster
Still this pattern is so deeply
Ingrained in us
Doing our best, resulting
In the worst outcome
Lost in the text
Trying to write
It is so
Important
Or just an illusion
Recognising being
Lost, stressed
Doing things in the last moment
This is me
Thinking outside
The box
Maybe the box
Does not exist
It could be a
Blue bag
Containing unpleasant
Things or thoughts
Still it is useful
To think and work with thinking
Monday is a terrible day
Losing itself in it’s greyness
Night and day mixes into
An eternal dusk
While people getting back
To work through
Overcrowded streets
Wasted another week
And realise this when I
Get back to the reality of
No plans
I cannot forgive myself
Trying but not able
The inner freedom might be
The only one, but outside
Here there are none
The only way to change is
Not to change,
A conundrum
Sad places of the mind
Eternal sadness and a
Great wound
Still so peaceful
In the rain
Money is like magic
When you have it
And earn it
Everything feels normal
And you only need to follow
A path to more money
However dreary the work is
It is there but when
You lost your work
Is like being lost in woods
You walk and do not
Find a way or an income
And it takes forever
Until you eventually
Find a tiny road
You start to doubt
Yourself and your ability
All criticism seems so threatening
Correct
The more you trust the critics
The worse it gets
It is a trick and a trap
Still the sun is quite
Trustworthy
We just don’t understand each other
Me and my friends
Reading books together
Still not together
We read the same book
Still not the same book
Talking about the book
Still we don’t understand
Each other
Surface and depths
Structure and details
Life as a powerful gift
A dream of hope
But this the very
Grey land of reality
And whatever dream
You had will freeze like
Flowers in the snow
Life is getting slower when you grow old
The stories and dramas repeats itself
Every human thinks he is unique but
In reality we are just copies
Replicating patterns known from before
With some small variations
Accepting this is freedom
The universe does not care about the concept of existence; nor does the ant think about a time before time, but we are doomed to consider it.
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